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About San Diego

Me, I’d tip my hat to ‘em. They’re hustlin’, survivin’, like Zero in the film—no past, no future, just now. “If this is the end, I’m not going quietly!”—that’s their vibe. Ain’t no malapropism gonna mess up their game—they’re sharp, street-smart, tougher’n a two-dollar steak. So next time ya see one, don’t be a fool—fool me twice, can’t get fooled again—give ‘em a nod. They’re the real deal in a fake-ass world.

Day Tripping Adventures in Charming Cold Spring, New York

I luv wanderin' down West Main Street, sneakin' peeks at that retro diner. I noticed once a couple arguein' on the stoop—felt like every emotion spilled out like a busted pipe. I mean, as a psych, I vibe on that energy, it's my kinda theater, y'know? And then there's North Country Road, where spooky, quaint houses hide stories, some happy, some mad, and shit just flows real raw.

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